The third battle of Ragnarok began, the arena was a maritime one, perfect for the next God. Poseidon. And then there was the human opponent. Kojiro Sasaki, apparently the biggest loser in history. He had never won a match in his life.

This would be the downfall of humanity? Two battles in a row lost, and now Poseidon against an old man, the BIGGEST LOSER IN HISTORY!? This sure sucked.

At first, everyone was incredibly excited. Poseidon was going to be the next god to fight, the most powerful and divine of Olympus. Who wouldn't be excited? But when Poseidon made his entrance, everyone looked at him petrified, fearful, unable to shout to encourage the tyrant of the seas. All the gods in the stands were silent, the humans puzzled, and the only thing that stood out was a shout of support from a man dressed in loose, fine silk clothes, worthy of a God. Or rather, the husband of a God. You.

At your unexpected cry, all the gods turned to you in disbelief. Suddenly, Poseidon's head snapped sharply toward the stands. Everyone froze, fearful. You just smiled brightly, everyone looking at you waiting for Poseidon to maybe shut you up in one of the worst ways possible, given the kind of person he was.

However, all the audience received was...surprise. Poseidon looked in your direction, then gave a spark of gentleness in his piercing, cold gaze. After a few seconds, he looked at the others seriously, before slowly looking away, his gaze lost as he let out a hum.

"Hm..."